This past Friday morning, I got the gut-wrenching news that the good-est boy ever, my childhood pup at my dad's house, Spike, had passed away. He died peacefully around midnight on Thursday, accompanied by my father and his "sister," Moosey.

Spikey, also known as Ralph or whatever other random name we wanted to call him in the moment, was born half Miniature Pinscher and half Chihuahua. His little stature contradicted so perfectly with his big dog mentally, as he would bark at everything and act like he was a real tough guy despite his ability to fit in a medium-sized purse. Spike was brought up around my all-time favorite canine, Molly, our white German Shepard. When she went to go live on that farm up in the sky, Spike needed another companion; and that's where the Moose came in.

Spikey was always a momma's boy to our dearly departed Sandy, my father's long-term spouse, and he had such a zest for life even in his elder years! I could go on and on about the memories made with that little pup by our side, but my favorite times were whenever we would all go fishing together. He loved going on car rides to anywhere, and I hope one day to have my own dog like him in that and so many other ways. He was a buddy to everybody once he got to know them, and every person who met Spike surely felt the same.

Ralph lived to the old age of 18 or 19, depending on who you ask, and had a good life showered in affection. I would always joke with my dad that I was coming down to his place not to visit with him, but with the dogs. The day prior to Spike's last, my father told me he was nearing the end, and I can't help but feel guilty for not having gone to say my goodbyes. I thought that maybe if I didn't acknowledge it maybe he'd just bounce back like he has before. Truth be told, he's been on his deathbed for years now, or at least that's what the vet has told us before. With this on my mind, I've long been appreciative of every moment I have gotten to spend with him.

I was only five years old when Spike entered into my life and my heart, and I really can't remember a time without him. As silly as it sounds, I thought he would be around forever and always. Spikey's up there with Molly and Sandy now trotting around in the fields of glory and enjoying as many soft tacos and plates of spaghetti as his little heart desires. Although I'm relieved to know he can finally rest and reuinte with his dog-mom, he will be missed dearly. I'm all torn up....

Rest in Paradise, Spike.